On Daily Workouts

What I learned while attempting to workout every single day for a month:

Working out (whether it be something light like a long walk or a jog or a strength training session) makes me feel good.  It makes me feel alive and capable and strong.

Sweating and getting my heart rate up truly does have healing powers against anxiety and mood disorders.  I found that on the days I didn’t go to the gym early in the morning, I was moodier during the day and had horrible anxiety throughout the morning.

If I don’t workout in the morning, I don’t work out at all. That’s just a fact.  So 5 AM wake-ups are a requirement for me.  Life is just too busy the rest of the day and I hate to feel rushed and anytime I’d go after work, I’d feel like I had to stop early or cut sets because I had to run out and pick up the kids.

It made me feel like a bad ass.  For the first 24 days, anyway.  After that, my body felt like it quit on me.  I overworked it, didn’t give it enough rest, and it responded accordingly…which leads me to my next point:

Daily is too much for me.  Especially in March when work is historically hectic & the kids’ sports schedules are in full swing.  The pressure I put on myself to do it stressed me out even more and it just led to more health issues and breakdowns.

Daily workouts are awesome and will continue to be something I strive to do obviously for my physical health, but also for my mental well being. However, I no longer feel the need to stress over missing a workout or putting undue pressure on myself to do it every single day or beating myself up for missing a day if I feel too tired or too sick. I’ll make sure I listen to by body and rest when it tells me to rest.

I’m going to miss closing my circles daily.  Seeing those little suckers loop all the way around made my heart happy.

I didn’t lose a single pound.  I gained a lot, actually.  Probably due to the stress I mentioned above and not eating right and all of that.  So that sucked.

But still.  Look at the improvement on those circles, man…

 

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